It is raining here again. A blessing to be sure after the dry spell we have been experiencing like I wrote you previously. I can’t help but hope you are not getting rained on, my son.
Gregor wants me to let you know that he has grown one whole inch in the last month. Amelia is still a head shorter than he. She always will be, your little munchkin.
I await for your letters. I know I write of nothing really, but I want you to know that what you are doing is letting us live out our lives just as before, except it is not like before, because you are not here.
We miss you so terribly much, my son. Stay safe at all costs and with honor and come home to your mother and family whom love you so.
Love your, Mother